Baby, I’m Coming Home (I Promise)
Archer has long stopped ichatting with me. He refuses to speak to me on the phone. He’s pissed and with good reason. I haven’t seen Archer in over two weeks and it will be a few more days more before I come home. He’s stopped calling for me at night and asking for me in the morning and going to the window and waiting for me after I tell him I’m coming home. Which makes me sad because I feel like the mom who cried wolf.
“Tell him I’ll be home soon! Really! I promise”
On the road. Still….
But I think Archer’s just over me. I think he’s sad and I’m sad, too, honestly. I’m ready to come home. It’s been really fun and fantastic and all-out amazing, don’t get me wrong but it’s been a long time now and living out of a suitcase away from my boys is starting to bum me out. I’m literally sick from burning the candle at fifteen different ends. Trying to hit up 10 cities in one month is rough on any bitch, but pregnancy doesn’t make it any easier, I’ll tell you what. And now that Archer’s literally turning away from my face on ichat screaming “NOOOOO!!!” I’m feeling this crazy guilt/exhaustion combo situation.
The one person I love the most in the world is over me. He thinks I’ve ditched him, which is one of the worst feelings ever on earth. Sucks.
Three days and I’ll be home, Arch. I promise and pinky-swear and regular swear. THREE DAYS! I love you infinity much…
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Rockabye Appearance Update:
PORTLAND, OR: Monday, May 5th @ 7:30, Powell’s Books: Main Store (on Burnside)
(Hope to see you there!)
He’ll never be over you! Even when he gets to be 80 and wrinkly and old, he’ll always wish for you to be there.. He must be missing you, and maybe even disappointed in you, but hey, such is life, and believe me, he’ll be over it in just a few minutes after you come home.
Hang in there..
ps.: bribery always works wonders after long trips – “we’ll go to the zoo AND your best friends house AND water grandmas lawn AND I’ll read ten stories before bedtime for a whole week!”
Enjoy the rest of your time off. When my mom came home from the hospital and showed me my little brother, I wouldn’t talk to her for a week. I’m 40 now and have gotten over it. The time away, I mean, let’s just say I still am a bit peeved about the brother thing.
BTW, just cuz you need a laugh, I thought your publisher paid for your travel and promotion of the book. I know nothing about this stuff.
And just in case you wondered, we all here in blogdom miss you too.
Now go and pee by yourself because if Archer is anything like my two boys, it won’t happen again until you go on another promotion tour!!!!!
Oh, ha! No. My publisher threw me a couple bucks but 90% of this baby has been out of pocket, which is why no east coast for now. And you’re right… peeing in peace is kind of awesome, although I’m staying with my friend and her kids so… yeah. Ha!
It’s got to be tough. My son gets upset if I send him home w/ his Dad so I can tidy up the church nursery.
Archer hang in there buddy! It’s ok to be upset but Mommy is REALLY coming home.
PS I’m on page 150 – plugging along. I WILL make time for me! Move over, I’m going to the bathroom to read.
I always think coming home is harder because that’s when they really show you how pissed they are! All you want is to hug your little guy and rest from all the traveling, and all they want to do is complain about how much they missed you and catch up on the the time you were gone by reassuring themselves you’re still there in the wee hours…
Trust me, he’s not over you!